Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these niggaz who claim to be
Murder, murder, murder...

Come and blast dat nigga daz and act
Coming through, fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your cords
Me, we're going for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and at
I'm in long beach, where the hang at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause blasting
See, we're the gang, just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the corners
We on 'em just for figures
Money, dope, and bitches, to getting richer

(2x):
Oh no, niggaz wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I tonight
Niggaz better you guns

Glocks are popping off like
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo
busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the side coast and
I'm the one they to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, it
get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I ya
is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, like mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball,
It's critical, I'm thinking of a
Come out your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, on a dirt mission
to the night, beating tight, armageddon

(2x)

Watch out, here I
Battling till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the
d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that I in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and
on niggaz with an ak
So any day you want some
and get some, you don't want none

Why do we
Why do we for a living? we just don't know
Now time to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah,

Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying

deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be
I fake take away motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and I run,
No other than the gang, the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, claming oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control their
They be home and broke, 'cause they've known to choke
Like malone, be when the playoffs come
But i'ma off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, and get their (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the hannibal of rap
A steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things to change

(2x)

Oh no...